Dutch
Last Saturday I had to pick the wife up from Heathrow after her 3 week holiday in Australia, (sorry it was not a holiday as she was visiting her parents, but if I have 3 weeks recovering from an operation, then that apparently is a holiday).Any hoo I picked her up at 6.30am and got home by 7.45am, and this is where the dream must have started. Within 2 hours I got a shag and was told to go out on the bike if I wanted , well I did not have to be told twice. I took advantage of the hot sunny weather and found my favourite roads with hardly any traffic on and one bend I never seem to get right just came together, ( thats just reminded me of the shag a couple of hours earlier ). I had a brilliant ride, (in more ways than one ) and managed to get back just in time for my bacon sandwich with a couple of cheeky beers. The bike ride was repeated on the Sunday and again I was in heaven, and also the traffic was nowhere to be seen ...... Was I dreaming